Jason looks tired.... and covered in dust like he'd just come off a jobsite...
"Unfortunately... he does... " Jason sighed, setting the drawings in his hand down..
"You are becoming a sore pain in my backside.." he threw a chair down, trapping the Irishman in his seat... before seating himself in front of him..
"I do not TOLERATE alcoholics or drug addicts in my federation..." he rolled up his sleeves... revealing a mass of tattoos...
"So here's the way this'll work... I signed you... so I'll help you with this situation.... and in return... I'll work you... but you're going to be sober during that time... and maybe.. by some small chance or miracle... I MIGHT renew your petty contract.. OR.... you can go back to jail right now... and let me tell you.. contrary to popular belief... Canadian Prisons..... Not a vacation spot.... " Jason stood back up... turning to the officer..
"He's mine... for now.." he gave a nod to the officer then grabbed his drawings..
"Now get out've my office... and clean yourself off... you've got a match on Friday..... lose and you're done here.."